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Author Topic: look me in the eyes, tell me what you see  (Read 346 times)

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look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
« on: Nov 10, 18, 08:54:43 PM »
Hearsay was Steward of Glory Glade but sometimes it did not seem that way. Sometimes the Healer Warlord was a ghost within the Court and that, in turn, made him a ghost within the forests. As much as he wanted to not admit it, as much as he did not want to think about it, sometimes everything pressed in upon him too much and he simply could not contain it anymore.

He wanted to do so much and, in the end, could not do what he wanted. Hearsay hated it. The worst part was that when everything crashed in was often when the nightmares came, when he dreamed things that he never wanted to think about. It left him feeling anxious, made him slip out of the Court and through the training grounds.

Another night and he might have been more mindful of hiding himself, of shielding his presence, but this night he did not. This night he was far too disconcerted by the nightmares and everything bubbling over. Hearsay wanted to breathe, to hear only the sounds of the forest, to-

To-

No, that part he could not think right now or he would turn right back to the Court. Hearsay did not need to wake anyone else up for this. He could handle this just fine on his own and come the morning it would be fine and he could keep going.

Even if eventually he came to a clearing and, instead of taking to the canopy as he was like to, he fell into an uneasy defensive stance and went through some of the basic forms that were taught. It was what he would keep at, though his stance would become less steady and his expression more harried the longer it went on.

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Re: look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
« Reply #1 on: Nov 13, 18, 05:22:09 PM »
The Healer Steward was not the only one out and about in the middle of the night - this night or any other night for that matter. Squall Thrainsson was often out when most other souls would be sleeping. His own slumber came in shifts - two hours there, another hour here, three hours, twenty minutes - all in-between obsessive patrols of the area. This was something he had done every night when he'd first come to Glory Glade, first returned to his Queen - but had eased off in the following months as he'd remembered what it was like to be... civilized. Recently, however, he'd been feeling restless, almost anxious. It was like his instincts were trying to tell him something that his brain hadn't caught up to yet.

So he was out, making his rounds, when Hearsay crossed his senses.

He might have let the other male have his time - let him exorcise his troubles in peace - except it was more than a little bit chilly outside and this wasn't the first time this week that the other male had apparently had trouble sleeping. It was true that Hearsay was a Warlord of the Blood fairly capable of defending himself. He was darker than Squall withe both of his Jewels.

But the Healer Warlord was his. His to protect. Like Epiphany, but different. They looked out for each other, and Squall had grown quite attached and protective of the other male. And he was out here, when it was cold, and he wasn't wearing a scarf, and he should have been sleeping, and there was the distinct aftertaste of fear in his psychic scent that told of a nightmare. Squall didn't like this.

So instead he lingered, up in the trees, watching as Hearsay set his stance and went through his forms. But as the minutes stretched his limbs seemed to get shakier, unsteady, uncertain - like he was fighting a strain inside him that was taking over more and more until it was beginning to effect him physically as well. Squall saw this, and he didn't like it even more. There was only so much he could watch before he silently dropped down from the trees, summoning a thick, soft cloak that would be very warm.

"Hearsay." His voice was quiet, but loud enough to be heard as he stepped into the moonlight. He waited for the other to see him, recognize him, then he approached and put the cloak around his shoulders. "Wanna talk about it?"

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Re: look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
« Reply #2 on: Nov 16, 18, 11:11:42 PM »
Another night and Hearsay would've taken note of Squall's presence, noted that the Warlord Prince wasn't within the Court but out of it. Or even that he was being shadowed. This night, however, there was no such luck of it. The Healer Warlord was lost to his thoughts, the whispers of his own mind, and had likely let himself trust too much in the protections that Glory Glade afforded him.

Those protections included Squall too.

For a moment Hearsay froze, eyes wide and expression more akin to a spooked wild animal than anything else at the sound of a voice. It was only after the moment passed, that he scented the familiar smells that spoke of Squall, but felt the wash of his emotions against his senses.

Shoulders slumped, red spreading across his nose and cheeks, Hearsay did not raise his head even as the cloak was dropped around them. Fingers curled into the fabric, pulling at it tighter as he recognized the chill in the air finally. Even his Red, worn in a leafy shoulder guard, seemed to be muted in color. He opened his mouth after the space of several heartbeats, then closed it once more to bite at his lip.

Chew at the inside of his cheek.

Try and work out the words that did not want to come out.

"I'm not used to all of this," said Hearsay finally, voice barely above a whisper. Not that he thought this made a lick of sense to Squall but maybe it did. Squall picked up emotions through scents, didn’t he? Though that was far easier to push away. Hearsay was struggling with there being too much pushing at his senses coupled with his nightmares and-

Hearsay let out a ragged breath, a hand raking through his hair and tugging lightly before falling back to pulling the cloak tight about himself. “Sorry, Squall, I don’t-” He stopped, then started again. “I don’t know.” If he could, if it would make sense, if-

It was just a lot of things.

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Re: look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
« Reply #3 on: Dec 10, 18, 07:49:32 PM »
Squall watched his friend quietly, protectively, as he noted his presence, shrank in on himself, and then seemed to struggle with how to respond to him. His mouth opened, closed, opened, shut tight and something in the Warlord Prince tightened in the image he vividly got in the back of his mind's eye of Hearsay swallowing down his own self, choking and sealing his teeth about fragmented thoughts and words and being that he just couldn't... let... out.

At least, that was what it seemed like watching him. Everything about him was.. tense, was a struggle, was unsteady in a way that was that awful mix of what was happening around you and how it clashed with the scramble within. A giant wave into an already pebbled shore.

He was able to swallow his growl (he'd had a lot of practice at that lately, not wanting to upset his friend or make him jump), but after a moment or two he wasn't able to hold himself back completely.

"Hearsay..."

The word came out quietly, the tone deep in a way that carried. It was the only warning and request that the Healer got before Squall stepped forward, his movement slow, and opened his arms to wrap around the other male. He wanted to hold him tightly, but he didn't - he kept the embrace a loose circle that the other would be able to break easily. Once upon a time, Squall was good at words. He still was, in the right situations - but sometimes... sometimes words weren't going to get you anywhere until you had a platform to stand on. Hearsay seemed like he was barely keeping his metaphorical knees from crumbling beneath him.

"You don't have to say, that's okay," he said quietly, whether Hearsay permitted the embrace to last or not. "I can tell you're overwhelmed and... sometimes that only makes the words even harder and.. it makes the pressure worse to try and articulate. So.. you don't have to." He looked at him with a small dimpled smile.

"Can I stay with you a while?"

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Re: look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
« Reply #4 on: Dec 12, 18, 06:29:15 AM »
Hearsay looked up at the sound of his name, that tone, and then Squall's feelings were there and then he was there and- The Healer Warlord did not crumple in Squall's embrace but he did sag, let his forehead come to rest upon the Warlord Prince's shoulder.

It was a choked noise that escaped as Squall continued on. Spoke words that were entirely too accurate. The embrace was allowed, it continued as Hearsay's fingers crept upward and curled into the fabric of Squall's shirt. He held there and did not actually try to say anything else.

He did not even see that smile, head bowed as it was, but he could hear it; feel it even. Hearsay just nodded his head before he realized that the motion might not even be recognized, so instead he let out a whispered: "... yes."

Not that he said much more than that afterward, simply keeping a hold of Squall while he tried to calm himself down. Normally he might have sought out Epiphany, might have let their shared Queen ease things with her touch, but given that he was trying to put on a strong front ... Well, that simply made him feel like he was failing her in some way.

That he let things get the better of him, that he let the words and feelings of others choke him up as much as his own fears and nightmares did. Worse: they had spiraled together. For now he simply let himself focus on Squall's even breathing, found himself tapping out the steady beat of his heart with a finger. Hearsay still didn't raise his head up from where it rested on the Warlord Prince's shoulder. His fingers were still curled and holding to the fabric of his shirt too.

At least with Squall here with him it was easier to give himself a singular focus. He was no longer trying to catch it all, simply giving himself a singular focus. Not everything, all at once, that was doing him in this night.

Eventually Hearsay released a long, shuddering breath. Then he said: "Thank you." Not that any other words came yet but those two were important.

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Re: look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
« Reply #5 on: Dec 23, 18, 04:51:52 PM »
It was easy to hold on to him. Easy to remain quiet and just exist with his arms around the other man. Easy to stand steady, to breathe deeply, to conduct himself as a sure but silent anchor for whatever Hearsay was struggling with at the moment. He kept himself relaxed. Alert, always, but he kept the tension out of his body as much as he could because that wasn't what the other male needed right now and Squall... Squall just wanted to be what he needed.

He didn't move until Hearsay let out that long, shuddering breath and finally spoke - and even then the Warlord Prince didn't release him or pull away. Instead he raised a single hand, his arms both still maintaining the embrace, and stroked the back of the other man's head, over the soft, vividly red hair.

"Never a trouble," he said quietly in return. There was another long, slow silence, where Squall just listened for Hearsay's breathing and tracked the tension still lingering in the sinewy lines of his body. "Have you thought about shielding or blocking it out?" he asked quietly then - referring to the cacophony of others emotions that he was sure had contributed to pushing his friend into such a state. Oh he knew he had demons on his own - he could scent the uncertainty, the insecurity, the fear and all of that had the very distinct flavor of his Hearsay - but he was sure that the Healer's extended awareness of others didn't help anything.

There was a deep pang of guilt that resonated from his belly all the way to his throat before he was able to swallow it down, hard and thickly - as if it were real bile rising to purge itself. He hoped that his own struggles hadn't troubled Hearsay too much. He hoped they hadn't troubled him at all - but he knew better. Sometimes, even before he went to Epiphany, he'd find Hearsay, because being around the other male was soothing and... easy. There wasn't this pressure of failure when he was around him. There was just... understanding. He never had to say anything, or explain. He could just... be - and Hearsay would let him.

He hoped he was able to do the same for him.

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Re: look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
« Reply #6 on: Dec 24, 18, 08:32:26 AM »
If it was possible to melt into an embrace, Hearsay did so when fingers brushed through his hair. The Healer Warlord had been practically touch-starved when he had been first found by Epiphany, having lost most casual affection and touch the day his mother left and never came back. Their shared Queen helped but she was their Queen and so her touch was, in a way, expected. Squall's was not. His was given freely and that, in this moment, meant so much more.

Were he honest, Hearsay spent a great deal of time with Squall's presence not far. Sometimes the Warlord Prince would be within his office as he worked upon things. Squall was an excellent person to go back and forth with as Hearsay worked out problems and otherwise aloud before finalizing anything. If he could not speak it aloud, if it did not make sense to Squall, then it was likely best he did not do it.

As Hearsay was honest, he knew this: Squall had become an important part of his life. It was so odd that he was, especially given that he was a Warlord Prince and so much of Hearsay said run when it came to that caste. Yet Squall radiated nothing but comfort and security and the promise that nothing would go wrong.

Even when the Warlord Prince's feelings were low, even when there was a void that ate up all his feelings and threatened to do the same to Hearsay, that feeling was still there.

"... it ..." A sigh escaped, his fingers tightening. "I do," shield, he meant, "and I keep it to a minimum but there's still so many people and so many feelings and they're always pressing in against me and if I try to block it entirely then I ended up feeling worse because it's like losing a piece of who I am - all these feelings, all these sparks of people - and it's almost as bad and-" The words tumbled out as a ramble, Hearsay's voice hitching higher until he caught himself and breathed.

"It's just so many and so much," said Hearsay quietly. "I'm used to so much less. I've never dealt with this many people for this long a time before." Then it was there, that pang of guilt, sharp and straight into his own gut, from Squall. Hearsay raised his head up, looking at Squall and rapidly shaking his head. "Don't, please. Even when you feel your worst, it's never too much or trouble. You're a focus, I think, even then." So he did not feel as if he was adrift so much if the other was around him.

“You help me breathe, not choke.”

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Re: look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
« Reply #7 on: Dec 25, 18, 12:57:47 AM »
His arms tightened around him and his face turned, brushing his nose over the other man's temple, and then down to nuzzle at a spot just behind his ear before he inhaled his scent deeply - that soothing scent that was all Hearsay. Healer and Warlord and... him. Gentle rains and fresh mossy oaks. The scent of mist and life and quiet covered glades where it was safe to spend the night.

He didn't interrupt as Hearsay rambled and purged himself of a few of the admissions - the tensions and anxieties tied to the weights that pressed the air from his chest, fraying him further and further with each day.

And when Hearsay caught him - and of course he would catch his guilt like that - and responded to it, Squall only pulled him in closer. This time he hid his face against the other's neck, needing to steal a moment of comfort and mix it with the reassurance with the other male's words to soothe away the unsteadiness in his own heart.

"A focus..?" he asked quietly - and then for a moment he was silent, thoughtful in a way that most might think was brooding - but Hearsay would know differently. It was just Squall thinking, puzzling, setting things in order.

"Would you let me stay with you then?" He said the words slowly, lips moving almost against Hearsay's shoulder, where he remained a moment longer before lifting his head against to look at him. "A Healer should have an escort anyway, and I'm already often with you as support to your office. If I were there to buffer you, perhaps you could focus your senses on me, and let me deal with the others." And then he could always know that Hearsay was safe and protected and stable and taken care of. He would know that Hearsay was drinking enough water and pausing for breaks and not letting himself get spread too thin or run too ragged. They would both be close to Epiphany too, and - oddly enough - he never had trouble sharing Epiphany's attention with Hearsay. Perhaps it was because when he had both of them together in the same room, or knew they were together, it eased him to know that both the people he cared for were together, and safe, and supported.

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Re: look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
« Reply #8 on: Dec 25, 18, 05:17:33 AM »
A face against his neck had Hearsay flushing. The gesture was intimate, it always was, because that was often the place where one's scent was strongest - especially for the Blood - and thus it was a place that was not often touched saved between a Bonded male and his Queen or a Warlord Prince and someone he cared for greatly.

Which Hearsay was resolutely not thinking about because he was not ready to think about such things. (He had barely been able to. You know. With. And. Nope, nope, noooooooope. No one was supposed to know that.)

"A focus," echoed Hearsay in agreement, head turned towards Squall's. This time it was him breathing the other in and finding that it did calm him, did help him if he just focused on Squall here and now. Drowned out everything else and just existed in this moment with the other. His hands tightened their grip, keeping Squall close to him and not wanting him to move away.

He knew the other was working through things, likely with that crease that he got between his eyebrows when he did so. Which meant the Healer Warlord was simply quiet, calming his racing heart and the flush to his cheeks. Then Squall spoke again and Hearsay's heart leaped up into his throat. "But I'm not a Healer," he protested, then realized how stupid that sounded. "Not ... not a ..." A defeated noise escaped him. "A proper one."

Even now he only had instinctive knowledge of healing and what had been pieced together from books and tomes. In the end it was a weak protest. Not even an actual disagreement. Hearsay felt the certainty in Squall that he could do such a thing. The pleased feeling that came because then he would be able to keep an eye on him as well. He had worried, so very much originally, that there would be problems. That Squall would not be alright with him sharing space with Epiphany but instead there had only been ...

Happiness? He was not sure if that was the truest word to explain it but was the closest. Squall was always content when both Hearsay and Epiphany were both with him.

"I should be stronger," whispered Hearsay, "but ... I guess being strong also means knowing when I need help." He leaned forward, cheek to cheek, and his breath tickling Squall's ear. Hearsay turned his face slowly, lips brushing along the Warlord Prince's cheek before he finally just pressed a soft kiss to the skin of his cheek. "You've been doing it anyway, I just ... didn't really think about it."

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Re: look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
« Reply #9 on: Dec 28, 18, 12:44:58 AM »
"There are different kinds of strong, different avenues of strength." His voice was soft when he spoke. A little rough with the odd, soothing mix of calm and emotion that Hearsay seemed to induce around him. It was like... whatever he felt was... permitted, and since it was given its due, its acknowledgement, its permission to exist and be valid, it ceased to be his adversary and instead just... was.

He sighed, the heat of his breath warming the other man's neck as he continued to press close, continued to be in his presence. Hearsay moved just a little, bringing them cheek to cheek, and in turn he felt the warm caress of breath over his ear and down the back of his neck, raising those little hairs at his nape as something else tightened in his chest. He held his breath, for just a moment, and his arms tightened around Hearsay. When his eyes shut, then pressed tightly closed, and the muscles in his cheek trembled at the sweet, chaste brush of lips.

He wondered if Hearsay knew, if he understood, what that simple show of affection meant to him - how starved he was of it. Squall wasn't a man meant to be alone, or separated from people and touch and affection. There were many times, both since his return and before, in those long months of his mostly self-imposed solitude where he wondered if he would fade away for the lack of it.

Again his hand stroked gently over the other's hair, then once more, this time threading his fingers through the soft tendrils. There was a long moment, then he pressed his own kiss to the sharp crest of Hearsay's cheek - so light it almost wasn't there at all. Then, more firmly, to his temple. Finally, with intent, to his forehead before he rested his own against the very spot. His eyes were still closed, but he didn't feel the need to open them. He didn't need his eyes to see Hearsay, to know him.

"I'll be with you." Maybe someone else would have said more. Maybe Squall himself might have said more at another time, in another life, another place, with another person. But not here, not now, not this life, not his Hearsay who knew what he felt and trusted him - that gift a blessing upon his scarred and battered soul.

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Re: look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
« Reply #10 on: Jan 08, 19, 07:21:12 AM »
Hearsay did not say I know because it felt a bit trite when he had just acknowledged that there was a strength to knowing he needed help. It was also because he still felt too much. The Healer Warlord did understand what the contact meant, what his acceptance and return of touch and affection provided and offered.

It did similar for him, after all. He had spent most of his life bereft of such things, even the hug given from a parent to their child because once his mother died all the familial affection dried up. Hearsay understood the soul-deep loneliness that existed within Squall because it was near a mirror of his own. It ached, it consumed, it left nothing but someone who yearned for warmth and affection but unable to reach for it.

If one did then it would be denied or worse.

His fingers tightened their hold on Squall, unwilling to let him go when there was so much flowing between them. The Warlord Prince had given Hearsay a focus, something to narrow down to, and now they were near echoes of one another. He pressed his head into the hand in his hair, just enough that it was made clear he wanted and needed that contact.

The brush of lips to his cheek could not be missed due to how hyper-aware he was of everything that was Squall. Hearsay found his breath caught in his throat with each successive brush of the Warlord Prince's lips, his own eyes finally sliding shut at the sensation. Now he did not worry about being swept away by the overload of too much because he was being swept away by this moment; because he trusted in Squall; because he found focus in how much the other needed this.

A great many things could have been said instead but Squall's words were enough for someone who had been shunned and turned away and denied.

So what came next was likely not a surprise. It felt natural, a progression of the moment from one heartbeat to the next. Hearsay tilted his head, just barely because he would not break the contact of their foreheads, and pressed his lips to Squall's softly. When the kiss broke there was a soft inhale as Hearsay gathered himself. The question on the tip of his tongue was the same that he had asked Epiphany only so many weeks ago when she had found him.

He asked it of the other now. The Warlord Prince who said he would be with him.

“You would keep me?” There was a story to that question, one that spoke of pain and loneliness and the expectation of such things. For once, however, Hearsay was not afraid of that.

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Re: look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
« Reply #11 on: Jan 08, 19, 09:14:04 PM »
Hearsay's lips were soft and sweet. They carried with them the supple flush of an early spring rose - the wild ones that grew in the wood and guarded small animals and tiny saplings with their hidden thorns, permitting only the purest of the woodland kin to drink from them. Honeybees and hummingbirds, with their life-giving and life-sustaining kisses, would surely flock as well to his Hearsay's lips as well - should they know the nectar he beheld.

Something inside him fluttered to life, warmed and happy - and the corner of his mouth lifted just so in a smile. It was something too small to disrupt the contact, and it was sweet and warm and.. innocent. Something that Squall had not been in what certainly felt like a lifetime.

When the contact ended, his own breath caught - and he noted that Hearsay's did as well. Instantly, he mourned the loss of that touch - he scorned the slight distance between them. There wasn't much time for that, though, as something else came up rather immediately.

'You would keep me?'

Squall met his eyes, and something in his chest - the same thing that had just flew high, fluttering with light and life, squeezed so tightly he couldn't catch his breath. He took both of Hearsay's hands in his and, holding his gaze, kissed his fingertips. Without saying anything, Squall then pressed one of those healing hands to his own chest, so that Hearsay could feel the steady thrum of his beast heart beating beneath his breast. The hand now freed he used to gently brush over the high, smooth crest of his Healer's cheek - because he needed to touch him and he wasn't sure how to do it best to convey what he wanted to say, but this felt... right. And maybe Hearsay would understand.

Squall pressed his lips gently to his forehead before meeting his eyes once more, then brushed his fingers over his hair in a way that would come to be a habit of sweetly possessive affection. When he spoke his tone was quiet, with the inflection of simple truth.

"You are mine, Heasay," he said, and what he meant was You are my Hearsay. "I'll keep you close, keep you safe, keep you mine, for as long as you allow it."

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Re: look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
« Reply #12 on: Jan 13, 19, 09:04:29 AM »
Intimacies like this, these tender moments, were nothing that Hearsay was truly familiar with. His familiarity was growing, however, and he was beginning to learn them, to appreciate them, and the frisson of sensation along his senses as Squall kissed the tips of his fingers while holding onto them. No one had ever kissed his hands like that.

The truth was that very few had ever done anything of this sort. Epiphany was the first that he had ever let himself come to know in an intimate fashion. Squall, it seemed, was well on his way to being another that he could trust with himself. Not that Hearsay could put that to words but he suspected that the Warlord Prince knew it all the same.

With the way that his fingers curled back around Squall's until one hand was pressed to the steady beat of his heart. It was not fast, not like Hearsay's was, and a rhythm that was all together soothing. Slowly, with each breath and heartbeat that passed, the Healer Warlord's heart began to beat in time. A calming rhythm as even his breathing began to match and pace with Squall's.

For once there was no fear in him as he waited for the answer to his question. No worry that rejection would come. Squall did not look at him and see an abomination, an atrocity that was an affront to all that the children of the wood believed in. He only saw Hearsay and, in turn, Hearsay saw only Squall now. His head tilted, turned and pressed once to the fingers that brushed through his hair.

What scant space was between them was closed, one of Hearsay's hands staying pressed to Squall's chest while the other tangled their fingers together. "I can't think of when I wouldn't be yours." Which was to say: Squall had Hearsay until he wanted to be rid of him. Was it meant to be like this? To feel secured by both a Queen and one of her Warlord Princes? Hearsay did not know for certain but it eased the tightness of his chest.

In a softer voice, barely heard, Hearsay said: "Thank you."

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Re: look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
« Reply #13 on: Jan 20, 19, 05:08:36 PM »
’I can’t think of when I wouldn’t be yours.’

This response pleased Squall, both the beast side of his brain and his man’s heart. It meant that Hearsay wanted to be his. It meant that Hearsay trusted him. It meant that Hearsay had no intention of ever casting him aside or letting himself be stolen away. Good.

Squall hummed softly at this assent and wrapped his arms around the other man, pulling him in close and nuzzling his ear, taking in his scent. He was really getting to love his scent. Earthy and fresh, comforting. Soothing. “Forever sounds good to me too,” he said with a little smile, his lips near Hearsay’s ear, just grazing slightly against it. There was even a little bit of flirt to his voice, something sweet and lighter that harkened back to a day well before the Healer Warlord had ever met him. Before he’d been taken. Before he’d been hurt. Before he’d hidden himself away from his Queen for fear of what he had become and what he had lost - of what he still stood to lose.

Then he kissed him lightly on the temple before pulling back enough to look at him. “You should have something to eat,” he said, his voice still quiet. “Something warm.” Then he fully intended on hauling Hearsay back to bed - to his bed - where he’d cuddle him throughout the night and probably well into the morning to make up for the restlessness that had lead him out here at this hour to begin with. His Hearsay clearly wasn’t taking care of himself well enough, but Squall wouldn’t chide him about it. After all, that was his job in any case. With the exception of Epiphany (and she was plenty busy), he didn’t trust anyone else to it.

 

 

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